Qingxiao also raised his right hand half an inch, forming a strange, vaguely plausible hand seal that served absolutely no purpose:
"This is my new move-Lure the Soul into a Dream."
The instant his words fell, an extremely faint wisp of cursed energy streamed rapidly from his fingertips, swept lightly across the entire venue, and vanished in a flash.
It was not an attack, merely pure cursed energy, yet it gave everyone there the impression that a cursed technique was about to activate.
The corners of Qingxiao's mouth rose involuntarily, only for him to quickly force them down as he thought:
No, no, I can't laugh yet.
If this guy keeps buying it, I'm going to lose it.
Everyone present, from the young contestants of both schools to the experienced teachers and the two principals, looked puzzled.
Quiet murmurs instantly arose from the spectator seats:
"Lure the Soul into a Dream? A mental cursed technique? I've never heard of it."
"You can barely even see the cursed energy fluctuations. Just how advanced is this technique?"
"Kamo Noritsugu's in trouble. Mental techniques really counter him."
Satoru Gojo was baffled. He instinctively turned his head, first looking at the equally puzzled Shoko beside him, then at Suguru Geto, who wore a helpless expression, as though he had already seen through everything.
"Lure the Soul into a Dream? Isn't Qingxiao just really strong? Since when did he know a mental technique like this? Even my Six Eyes couldn't see it!"
As he spoke, he put his sunglasses back on and pushed his Six Eyes to their limit, staring fixedly at Qingxiao in the arena.
He wanted to make out some trace of the technique, but no matter how he scanned him, all he detected was that minuscule amount of cursed energy on him.